A Message from India

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Once upon a time, our passports were stamped with regularity. Henry and I wandered the street markets of Camden Town, soaked in hot springs in a ryokan in Hakone, drove across Tuscany along fields of sunflowers, bought pirated DVDs in Shanghai. But since becoming parents, we’ve only left the country twice — for visits to Canada and Mexico. The travel bug hasn’t left us, as evidenced by our (increasingly) frequent trips around the U.S., but since the birth of our kids, we haven’t done much trekking overseas. (Hawaii doesn’t count.)

But recently, Henry took on global responsibilities at work. To kick off his new role, he dusted off his passport, packed his bags, and jetted off for a few weeks to visit a couple of his company’s offices. Here – in his words – is what he’s been doing when he’s not in conference rooms.  And, yes, I’d much rather be exploring Delhi with my soulmate and kiddos than editing this post at home in my dorky amber googles.


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My best friend from high school shot me an email last night: “I flew into Tokyo for a meeting – any chance you’re here?”

“No – I’m in New Delhi this week,” I responded. “Then I’m off to Hong Kong.” I thought for a moment, and added: “It’s kind of ridiculous that we’re having this conversation.”

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It’s been years since my last visit to Asia, and I’d never spent time in India before. So as much as I knew I’d miss Michelle and the boys, I was eager to get on the ground and explore Delhi – a vibrant city teeming with over 20 million people, where thousand-year-old cultural landmarks and sleek, modern mega-malls coexist.

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